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| MAGPIE TALES , Edward Hopper, 1947 |
Three years after I was born
this couple leans against the porch railing,
brought to life by the artist
who must have known how the air settled
around them and stirred again,
how behind the door, the canvas,
the paint, and the vision,
a window fan sings like the universe
stitching together its matter and anti-matter,
man and woman,
day and night,
a summer evening in which the
moment stands hushed,
like the woman to whom the man's face
turns, as if he is almost
about to speak. Silence hangs
heavy as heat almost about
to break.
